0050 Rescue at sea
Yacharin is scum.
There was no doubt about this answer, either according to the Eastern-style commoner's view of love that Lorraine had embraced in her last life or the English-style gentleman's view of love that she had embraced in this one.
But that wasn't enough of a reason for Lorraine to deny him access to the ship.
The hormonal animal was a good gunner, a good seaman, and had a deep grudge against Velen, with no possibility of returning to the Deseret Chamber until Velen was dead.
In the short term, he has loyalty.
For Lorraine, such seamen are not easy to find.
Not to mention he doesn't want money.
The seafarers' agreement between the parties contained an additional clause on self-redemption:
During the two years of service in the Drake Chamber of Commerce, Gatchalin Desai must redeem his freedom by loyalty, valor, obedience, and hard work. Desai must redeem his freedom by loyalty, bravery, obedience and hard work until September 30, 1780]
Upon expiration of the rider, the Drake Chamber of Commerce shall have the right to determine the criteria for renewal or termination of employment based on performance during the period of redemption, and Gatchalin Desai shall have the right to decide whether or not to be employed by the Drake Chamber of Commerce. Gatchalin Desai shall have the right to decide whether or not to be employed.
With these two clauses, Yacharin is a top seaman at a good price.
As far as the word Vereen goes ...
Veron is a poor man.
Seventy-eight percent of the time, Yacharin had ruined his life. It was thanks to Yacharin that he went from being the naive and talented young man to the thuggish governor he is now.
But that has nothing to do with Lorraine.
Lorraine is neither a psychiatrist nor an emotional hotline, and is not obligated to open up his life.
The only thing Lorraine needed to think about was how to end his life.
There is no answer to this question for the time being.
After lying in bed for three days in a row, with the impeccable care of Haina, Noa and Carmen and the incomparable recovery ability of the whaler's bloodline, Lorraine's injuries were healed to seven points and the First Fleet was ready to set sail again.
Go to Gijon!
Thanks to the restructuring of the fleet and the establishment of the Transit Fleet, the efficiency of the First Fleet's routes to and from Cantabrian has been increased once again, accelerating the extreme speed of a one-way trip from three and a half days to two and a half days, and a round trip of five days.
Lorraine still set the cycle at seven days. In this way, the fleet could enter and leave the harbor with greater ease, and the sailors could collectively recuperate for a full day in Southampton, fully relieving the fatigue of the journey.
The abundance of energy greatly ensured that the sailors responded, and the chemistry presented itself day by day as the two delicate flowers of the Drake family became more and more in tune with each other as they sailed, leaving more and more rounded curves in their wake.
It's just that while the Drake Chamber of Commerce is getting better, the situation in Cantabrian is getting worse.
Velen and his first fleet of the Desai Chamber of Commerce entered the French port of La Rochelle on a high note, consisting of one Gallant-type destroyer, two Brigantine-type high-speed ships, and two mixed-sail Skooner-types used for combat support, totaling 96 guns.
They cut across the center of their course, like a long-hungry shark, striking out on all sides of the vast sea, with shipwrecks floating wherever they passed, and the bodies of British sailors strewn about.
The Chamber of Commerce in England, which had suffered heavy losses, quickly launched a bloody retaliation against the French merchant ships.
Small and medium-sized chambers of commerce fled from the wind, Cantabrian beacons were everywhere, and with the weekly round of sailing, Lorraine could clearly feel the depression of the entire route.
It has become difficult to see black marketeers at sea who don't fly merchant flags, and even broad-bottomed cargo ships flying the British and French flags are becoming rarer and rarer.
Instead, there were boxes and barrels floating along the waves, boards, masts, floating bodies, smoke and fire, and the occasional fish that swarmed the waters and tumbled for food.
Lorraine decreed a ban on fishing, and long before he gave the order, the fleet's sailors had stopped fishing, and even White Ears had switched to eating fresh fish from the ice cellar.
Unfortunately, the Drake Chamber of Commerce always has a scare.
The fleet encountered hostile situations a few times. The opposing ships were numerous, the Lorraine ships were fast, and neither side could find a chance to seize the battle.
Except for three rounds against the Herrera Chamber's Jurisdictional Fleet off Gijon a dozen days ago, Lorraine had only had a handful of opportunities to even fire her guns in the next encounters.
So straight through four rounds of shipping, into October, the Mindel Chamber of Commerce for Lorraine to handle the offshore guild membership permit, just waiting for Lorraine back to the voyage, they are going to hold a special welcome reception in the Cambridge Business School.
This means that the Chamber has taken it to the next level.
Lorraine leaned against the railing contemplating his next step when he suddenly saw, not far from the sea, a man floating ...
"Furl the sails! Disembark! Lookout and caution!" Without thinking, he ordered instantly.
The fleet came to a halt in the middle of the vast sea, and Pierce, like a spirit monkey, scurried up to the lookout and took over from the sailor, while Kron took six men down in a dinghy, cranking the oars and paddling hard for the figures on the water.
No one questioned Lorraine's arrangement.
Rescue at sea is based on humanitarianism and has nothing to do with the environment, nothing to do with pay, and nothing to do with the identity of the rescuer and the rescued.
Anyone who is in distress wants to be rescued, so every sailor and every ship makes it an obligation, even pirates.
Raven of the Mindel Chamber of Commerce was saved by pirates back in the day, and he was saved by the same Dutch pirates who never dealt with English merchants.
Keren's dinghy paddled off into the distance, tossing and turning, only salvaging a single crate.
They came back on the empty ship and came to Lorraine with their crates.
"Captain, we're late. I organized his remains with my own hands ..."
"Go and rest." Lorraine took the case regretfully, "Inform Ramos to lower the sail for half an hour and not let the waves disturb the dead."
"Yes."
There was nothing special in the case, a total of 17 pounds 10 shillings in cash, an account book, a road grade sea compass, a couple of charts of no particular interest and a captain's diary.
The diary was written by a man called Jimmy. Karen, a small Welsh merchant who sailed out of Cardiff Harbor and had a 10-meter non-standard class, two-masted, Ketch-type longline schooner named Polygon.
That polytunnel was very mediocre. Judging from the books, his annual revenue was about £800, and his profit was probably less than £60.
This is the normal state of life for most small businessmen, richer than the middle class and far less comfortable, as in the case of this Captain Jimmy, who eventually died at sea.
Lorraine wrote down an address and a lady's name based on the vague information in the diary, and was going to give it to the transshipment fleet, along with the box, asking old Merlin to send his condolences on his behalf.
Considering whether to enclose a letter of condolence to comfort the lady in starting a new life, little Pierce suddenly called from the lookout.
"Brother! Two French Kirks at six o'clock, range 20 kilometers, speed 3 knots, converging!"
"Kirk?" Deciding against writing a letter of condolence, Lorraine looked up from her box of objects and asked Noa, "How long has the moment of silence been?"
"Twenty-six minutes." Noa gripped her round chin over her white ears, distracted.
This is a skill reserved for witches, who can use no tools in order to accurately time the extinguishing of candles during rituals, timing far more accurately than a pocket watch.
Lorraine was happy with the timing.
"Pierce, keep an eye on the prey! Yacharin, prepare the artillery! Kron prepare the pirate flag, Iona take the helm and await orders!"
He took a breath and snatched his white ears with a grin, "Noa, you're acting governor now. once the 30 minutes are up, command us to hunt."
"Uh-huh!" Noa beamed with joy and nodded heavily.